The Madhouse

There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling Everything about this place is extremely unappealing In this madhouse every one is depressed This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest We have no exterminator to keep this pest out We will spend our life in this place no doubt I do not lie when I say that I have done bad things And just thinking about them make my eyes sting In life you can’t take back what you’ve done You just need to face your mistakes because they can’t be outrun Running won’t get you anywhere, trust me I’ve tried I didn’t get anywhere, in fact I almost died Don’t make my mistakes because you’ll end up in here And regret will eat you alive and you’ll slowly disappear